Li had been wondering whether it was worth offending another Sword Emperor because of Zhang Guangmu.
Who could have guessed that while he hesitated and wavered, the ten Direct Disciples would be killed on the spot by Zhang Guangmu?
Judging from the momentum and speed of his attack, Li knew very clearly that even if he staked his life, it probably would not help. He would be the type to rush forward only to be instantly killed by a single sword.
Li did not think he was stronger than Hans Dekson, who had died miserably at Zhang Guangmu's hands.
Even if a major figure stood behind him, and that person's strength might not be inferior to Zhang Guangmu's, distant water could not put out a nearby fire!
If he truly angered Zhang Guangmu and made him launch a massacre, the entire sect might be completely wiped out. Even if that major figure was willing to stand up for the Ghost Sword Sect and avenge them, it would be meaningless by then!
As the Ghost Sword Sect's leader, Li did not dare hesitate any longer and immediately made his decision.
"We accept your conditions!"
Li turned his face toward the Star of the Underworld, who stood beside him as quietly as a statue. His eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and said, "Jianyü, take the Berserk Sword Emperor to the forbidden ground and let him choose inherited sword arts and spirit swords."
If one preserved the land but lost the people, one lost both the people and the land.
If one preserved the people but lost the land, one preserved both the people and the land.
Li still understood this principle.
Facing Zhang Guangmu, he dared to be angry but not speak. He did not even dare reveal his